"We must take drastic measures," Chooty Malli declared, standing tall. "From now on, we live like the ancestors. No lights. We sleep when the sun goes down. We wash only with the morning dew. We will save every cent!"
The two spent the next hour in a state of high-energy panic. They went from room to room, accusing each other of "energy crimes." Chooty Malli pointed at the old radio that stayed plugged in; Podi Malli pointed at the fan that hummed even when the windows were wide open. "We must take drastic measures," Chooty Malli declared,
The neighbor looked at the bills resting on the table. He squinted at them under his flashlight and then started laughing so hard he nearly dropped his light. We sleep when the sun goes down
Podi Malli rolled his eyes. "Sure you did. Now go get the real bills from the villa. And hope they aren't even higher!" They went from room to room, accusing each
Chooty Malli and Podi Malli stared at each other. The tension evaporated instantly. Chooty Malli lunged for the light switch, flooding the room with a warm glow, while Podi Malli ran to the kitchen to turn on the tap just to hear the beautiful sound of running water.
"Light bilai, wathura bilai avilla!" Podi Malli screamed, his voice hitting a pitch usually reserved for seeing a cobra in the kitchen.
They spent the rest of the day in total darkness, bumping into furniture and accidentally eating raw chilies because they couldn't see their plates. By evening, the house was silent and pitch black.
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